I Never Had A Rejection Slip In

I Hated Hemingway. I Liked Faulkner But He Was A Bore.

With One Exception Everybody Who Has Ever Been Involved With Me Is Still A Great Friend Of Mine.

First, A Gorgeous Breakfast: Just Everything You Can Imagine From Flapjacks And Fried Squirrel To Hominy Grits And Honey In The Comb...we're So Impatient To Get At The Presents We Can't Eat A Mouthful.

All Artists Are Two-headed Calves.

Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have Always Had A Very Extreme Anxiety Thing.